Matt Nathanson Shouting Lyrics

All my friends are drunk

Living in the future

All my friends are punks

Who never heard the Clash

All my friends are vain

But scared of their reflection

Aiming for the wall

Never feel the crash

It’s ours to win

We’ll keep throwing punches ’til the walls cave in

Thieves in the temple, eve and the apple

Everybody’s twisted, baby, trying to fit

Head full of judges, mouth full of luggage

We whisper, baby, we should be shouting

Oh-oh-oh shouting, oh-oh

All my friends are straight

But play at being crooked

All my friends are rich

But always strapped for cash

All my friends are sad

But want to live forever

Back against the wall

Face against the glass

It’s ours to win

We’ll keep throwing punches ’til the walls cave in

Thieves in the temple, eve and the apple

Everybody’s twisted, baby, trying to fit

Head full of luggage and a mouth full of judges

We whisper, baby, we should be shouting

Oh-oh-oh shouting, oh-oh-oh-oh

Oh-oh-oh shouting, oh-oh-oh-oh

Everybody’s twisted, baby, trying to fit

Everybody’s twisted, baby, trying to fit

Everybody’s twisted, baby, trying to fit

Everybody’s twisted, baby, trying to fit